Judge — April 21, 1883 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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ee OF Tee THE LEADER OF THE DISTRICT, itical Henchmen).— hompson and Hamilton.” Parnicies MeMen (t meself, and 1°Ul fir yors w Ul Whitt She was Married in. nating with a pretty allusion to our Peerless t powder. We will 1 would desire some little gem melody t would bri | a tender recollection ¢ a ht out, with stream- id cause it to rush ri or four gross of your f its childhood d and buy thre # leas a souvenir of the long ago, as responded the And if you could nts “Oh, hi .” fairly howled the poet. ** You ean just bet a good ten- | cent piece against a New Jersey savings bank that he'll get right at it! Don’t lay any un- upon your shoulders He'll get at it, he will! you, young man, «d tosee you for some little t man that goes around sub: ed genius of poe gard ti nice little notice of our tooth-powder inserted in your columns at the egular rates, Something with a beauty of ) purity of diction lily catch the wearied public perhaps?” prous gleam Turk who never lived to go to nt, eagerly. | his little dividend on the River wie, you know, or something of the Any little thing about wildwoods and havea bit of that new aqueduct | ack to the public | | vested in a twenty rug’s Worm | mating th: powder | mer’s P 5 might have been spared had his parents in- nt bottle of Mull- erprising jour- I get right at it. dof poetry you and yo to get down on my bend: the pen with my teeth, S poem on the setting sun, shed cliffs, and foaming nd things, and have me wind up biased information that infernal tooth-powder will produce a of enam thick. on the teeth of a er And the poet paused for lack I—that is—you—if you—you xeuse me, I think Ishall have to E agent, turning pale, an > portrait of » Which adorned ‘articular by desire for your vile. purpe have it, if 1 have knee and guide on'd | ” hissed the viling back his cuffs to dis- ig-shot that softly reposed in his © haven't fi y W ) k in the hum of d the dim glitter of a lily-bordered lake in the distance, and malaria, and a maiden with soft) brown hair and violet- tinted eyes, and then we could finish by inti- girl's mother wa a croquet wicket, and emergency r head—not one— adn’t had a tooth in or seventy-four years, and that one applica- our Peerless, blank-blasted tooth- stored to her a full and complete nd also took the mortgage off mi t her a strawberry-blond Like th °” —I—I don’t know.” Oh, you don’t, don’t you ?” sneered the poet. “Maybe your Peerle: powder wouldn’t ex kind of poetry. M. the far cow, imilate with that Maybe you think the idea g hly upon the cultured pub- lie ea , well, how would a few stanzas on love do—delicious, undying, ice cream de- stroving love? We could vaccinate, so to speak, the end of each verse with ‘Try Gum- rless Tooth-powder.” — It would be heme. We can work in pale, glim- moonbeams, and the soft, sen: 3 of the summer night, and the subtle, -uway verdure of wild flowers, and man with a wild, wild waste of mustache and celluloid cuffs, and a girl with pearl and Italian-sunset hair, and incidentally re- mark that before she was induced to try your tooth-powder she was very unpopular. “ou can do just as you like about having the bull-dog come out and clutch the young man ; deck of his pants. We—” think we—we will need any .” hurriedly broke in ’t believe—er—that is, is your opinion—" “It is,” said the poet, there ne the dull, sound of a lifeless body rolling down the office stairs, turned down his cuffs after which’ the poe ( und returned to his early Spring poem again, MB, str. a noble agely ; and then “Wasy’t Brown full of fun down to ’s party the other night 2” said E . within her father’s hearing. stically put in the pater- ed him way with nearly comicbooks.com